Wrists Poems - Poems about Wrists

Just let my heart and mind breath I bellow out into the bitter wind The constant plummeting of thoughts Against my skull Nausea narrows and squeezes my lungs in its paws My organs are the monster’s play toys Thrown around Pulled apart Beat around And left alone Emotions spilling out of my chest Overflowing me I’m drowning in disquiet The pulling of ropes inside my throat The boulder tight...

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Behind those hidden marked wrists Are lies, skepticism and fears Behind those calloused, clenched fists Is a cauldron of uncontrollable tears. Behind those evident scars Is a constant cycle of sorrows An imaginary fiend that mars A twinge that only herself knows. Behind those unappealing blotches Are griefs, worries and insecurities Inflictive pain worth a million degrees Coupled with regrets and negativities. Behind those ugly knife marks Is...

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absolutely maybe if wings flew without a bird's body and the air lifted ground as outer space filled inner spirits then all things might be equal and if so then what? Zero. Which is arguably a 'something' less than 1 but greater than less than zero. Words. The devil's insidious plot to madden the human mind with intangible monsters that chip away...

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I have so many canvases. Real, My hand, ...

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Broken hearts and bleeding wrists What the hell happened to that childhood innocence Where monsters that lived under the bed Now lived inside our head, Keeping us awake at night Juice became alcohol And Pepsi shots became tequila shots Tell me, when did scraped knees Become bleeding wrists And when did we stop believeing That tomorrow would be better How did we become...

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Soon Would Split Both Wrists Trump has been known to be a misogynist; Good looking women loves and can't resist; With much regret, We here will set; Sure wish he would soon split both wrists. Jim Horn...

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I was born 6 lbs. 9 oz. with blond hair and blue eyes. I was also born gay I am anorexic. And you would think people would ridicule me for this instead of me being gay. Surely they would see how unhealthy it was and see that in comparison liking girls was no big deal. No,...

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Helga’s wrists are out of caress I can’t touch’ em, this is true, Full of woes I’m really jealous, Pain is same as songs, anew I am blaming Fate, that’s wicked, But I know myself, no one will suggest another ticket for my way, sky’s deaf. It’s done. All her deeds are complicated There’s no word of mine to save. Telling, sorry, I’m so...

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http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx Handcuff Wrists What constitutes correct campaign contribution? Also, show me what should be right solution That will put proper feather in our each cap So we can avoid having a political mishap. Maybe might be a maximum requirement And where all of the money may have went Instead of person who is healthy and hearty Perhaps let it go to whole political party. After...

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I slit my wrists At the memory of two fists Coming down on my face I can't help but feeling out of place Why does happen to me I can't help who I might be Don't you have any memory of us? I never put up a fuss But you still hate your youngest daughter Even though you are my father I used to love...

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A story is told Just by the look of it You see it starts to unfold It's hard to take in just a bit So many memories I take them all with me I pull at my sleeves So that no one see I don't want to hurt anyone Even when they've hurt me I'm fragile Yet they still break me...

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I'm sitting on the floor I'm crying so much more trying to erase this pain trying to forget your face sitting here with the blade in my hand running so slow blood dripping down in a deep red color flowing freely the way i want to feel I'm sitting on the floor holding my hand out I'm holding a bottle a bottle filled with pills I'm...

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The sharp edge catches the light on my wrist like a bangle that was meant to be there The blade has teeth but doesn't smile it just knows, it just understands me and my shaking fingers like a servant it will do as I ask like a slave there is no choice like a friend it loves me more than others who find themselves on the opposite...

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Open your wrists Let the blood leak out In a crimson river of tears Allow it to fall Upon tile grounds Making the color unclear Open your mouth Let a scream slip out And echo against lonely walls Allow it to linger, To fill quiet airs Then back in your ears, let it crawl Open your mind Let it cluelessly wander With nothing clouded in your brain Allow it to...

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I'm numb. I'm indifferent. I don't love or hate you anymore. I'm luke warm and being spit out of God's mouth... There's so much room now with out you in my universe. I told myself I would, and you kept interrupting. Barging in through the door without knocking the way you always do. I don't live there anymore....

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